With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 498: There's no time to mourn for Master Ma after he's gone ashore and cleared his name!
Above those clouds, there was clearly a human figure standing.

Meng Chuanqi could vaguely sense it.

He guessed that Sect Leader Chen was referring to the ambush he had encountered on the mountain.

He was worried and that's why he personally came down from the mountain to see her off.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a streak of light break through the sea of ​​clouds and head in the opposite direction.

At the same time, a sound entered my ears:

"Having mastered the core techniques of Zhenwu, you are no different from a disciple of Wudang. I hope you will continue to be diligent and carry forward its teachings."

May the Emperor's fortune protect him so that he may live forever; this is also your duty as the bearer of the Demon-Slaying Divine Power.

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement:

"Disciple understands."

The voice beside him sounded somewhat pleased:

"If you wish to learn the other methods of the Demon-Subduing Divine Power, Master Zhang Jing can teach them to you after the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

"Thank you, Sect Leader."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he heard a majestic and domineering voice.

Master Chen's voice was like a resounding bell, which put him at ease.

"Furthermore, you will inevitably encounter troubles and friction when you travel in the future."

"Your defeat at the hands of the Heavenly Demon and the Demonic Path is due to your lack of skill, and Wudang will naturally not interfere. However, if anyone within your own clan harms you, the entire Wudang Mountain community will seek justice for you, even if it is a Martial Arts King."

Meng Chuan was deeply moved.

The Great Sage resides in the Heavenly Demon Realm, while the Heavenly King is already the strongest being in the human world.

Therefore, Wudang's promise is extremely valuable.

He then bowed deeply three times in the direction of Wudang Mountain.

After standing up, he said in a deep voice:
"Meng Chuan understands. This disciple will also regard Wudang as his own home, and will return if summoned!"

The clouds parted, and a loud laugh could be heard.
"Hahaha, good!"

The golden light exploded and the figure of Sect Leader Chen Tuan disappeared completely, leaving only a wisp of breeze brushing against Meng Chuan's clothes.

He bowed deeply to the void, looked up and gazed into the distance, taking one last look at the Wudang Mountains, which resembled a green dragon coiled around them.

We will remember this place where the ancient tradition has been passed down for thousands of years.

He turned and entered the city.

The midday sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow.

Jiuyan Airport Terminal, outside the waiting area.

In the distance, a man wearing a long robe with yin-yang symbols is queuing to go through security.

His gait was powerful and vigorous, clearly indicating a background in martial arts.

At the security checkpoint, the man took off his sunglasses and scanned his face.

The security personnel nearby checked the documents in their hands, looked up, and exclaimed in surprise:
"Master Ma!"

The man nodded and said:
"it's me."

A colleague standing nearby, overhearing their conversation, asked curiously:
"Which Master Ma?"

"That guy? The one who was all over the internet a while back, the owner of the [Lightning Whip Tai Chi] school, that big internet celebrity!"

"Oh~"

Upon hearing this, a colleague's tone was slightly exaggerated.

Beside him, Master Ma put his sunglasses back on, pursed his lips, and spoke with a hint of impatience:
"Please hurry, I'm in a rush."

The staff quickly continued checking the suitcases, repeatedly saying:

"Okay, okay, sorry."

Master Ma lightly pushed up his sunglasses with one hand and glanced towards the back of the waiting room.

Inside, the notification sound for the second boarding check is playing on a loop.

Many people have already lined up, ready to take the shuttle bus to board the plane.

"Excuse me, please go ahead and don't miss your boarding."

Master Ma took the suitcase and stared at the staff member for a few seconds.

He then left without saying a word.

As the staff watched his retreating figure, they felt inexplicably uneasy.

Being stared at by him felt like eating an ice pop on a sweltering summer day – a chilling sensation right to the bone.

After he walked away, his colleague muttered disdainfully in a low voice:
"What's so great about him? He used to criticize others online every day, but when they came to his door, he immediately backed down."

"I think this is utterly shameful; they're even abandoning their homes and planning to run away?"

"Hahaha, you're right."

Master Ma could hear it from a distance, but he ignored it.

He watched as the group of passengers in front of him boarded the shuttle bus and drove away, then picked up his phone.

After the call connected, he said in a deep voice:

[Fang, he's about to board the plane.]

The man on the other end of the phone was Fang Jianxing.

[Venom, when are you planning to make your move?]

"It'll be right at the airport, it'll take off soon, but I can't fly."

Fang Jianxing smiled, then changed the subject and earnestly gave his instructions:

If possession fails, swallow all his belongings and bring him back.

Remember, all of it. If I can't do it, then my promise to you is null and void.

Clearly, the other party was not the Lightning Whip Master, but a terrifying demon possessing him.
venom!

This is not ordinary Venom, but a titled Heavenly Demon, comparable to a master of the Three Limits, and an ancestor-level powerhouse of the Venom species.

Previously in Yong'an, the Venomous Demon who assisted Fang Jianxing was one of its offspring.

The current action against Meng Chuan is his personal intervention!

Upon hearing Fang Jianxing's words, Venom scoffed:

[I know, we've collaborated so many times, and you're still as annoying as ever.]

[It's just that we discussed things beforehand.] [Goodbye.]

After hanging up the phone, Venom dragged his suitcase to the queue.

I boarded another shuttle bus after the group I had just met.

On the other end, Fang Jianxing hung up the phone, crossed his arms, and pondered:
"Venom's strength is comparable to that of a martial arts master. Although he is far from being a peak master with 100,000 units of Qi and Blood, it is absolutely impossible for a second-limit martial artist to defeat him."

Even if Meng Chuan is incredibly talented, it's impossible for him to survive. Only by using his trump card again will he have a chance to live.
"It would be best if you struggled a bit more, let me see if you truly possess the power of the [Thunder Seed]."

As for repeatedly reminding Venom earlier, that was obviously to deceive it and lower its guard.

Meng Chuan likely still has some backup plans given to him by his elders.

Even Venom, whose title is Demonic, is nothing more than cannon fodder used for scouting in Fang Jianxing's eyes.

Don't get involved with any collaborators.

Once he obtains the core method for cultivating demonic energy in the spiritual platform, he will go ashore and clear his name!

Thinking of this, Fang Jianxing couldn't help but feel happy.

He got up, smoothed out his clothes, opened the window to face the mountain view, and squinted to enjoy the sunlight.

"At the pinnacle of martial arts, I too can go and see what the scenery is like."

Meng Chuan got off the shuttle bus and checked the time on his phone.

"We should arrive at Shaoshi Mountain around 3 PM, provided there are no delays."

When I get off the plane, I'll contact my master first.

I remember that my master still had connections in the ancestral land of Zen Buddhism, and told me to visit Master Baibao first after I arrived.

Although Principal Yang Huan had prepared a letter of inquiry for him, the letter from the United Nations University had also received a reply from Shaolin Temple.

But it's understandable that having connections in the temple makes things easier.

As he boarded the plane, the flight attendants on both sides saw him approaching, their eyes lit up, and their voices softened:

"Ms. Meng, welcome aboard."

Meng Chuan nodded in acknowledgment; the other party had clearly recognized him.

Seeing the flight attendant supporting her lower back, he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something.

Without yoga pants, Longmo showed no interest and walked straight into the cabin.
Inside the first-class cabin, Meng Chuan slowly leaned down.

Seeing the flight attendant hand over wet wipes and a drink menu, he half-squatted down and asked softly:
Would you like something to drink?

"Let's have tea."

After the flight attendant left, Meng Chuan lit a flame at his fingertips, burning the note she had secretly handed him to ashes.

He leaned back, rubbing his brow, pondering the conversation he'd overheard behind him while his ticket was being checked.

His hearing was already so sharp that he could detect the faintest sounds amidst all the noise, even the sound of air currents a hundred meters away.

Master Ma is the Tai Chi school owner who used to criticize himself online.

"He's also flying, and on the same flight as me, what a coincidence!"

Could it be that they're trying to get revenge while I'm gone?
He felt that Master Ma had gone a bit too far.
Although he believed that the other party could not pose any threat to him, he still kept a close eye on things.

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan closed his eyes to rest and planned the rest of his Shaolin journey.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes.

I sensed someone approaching from outside the first-class partition, and a lingering aura remained around the door.

The other party's trip on this plane was indeed related to him.

"Master Ma, what brings you here?"

Meng Chuan slowly stood up and spoke to the man who walked in.

"What a coincidence, we're on the same flight again, so I thought I'd come over and apologize to you again."

Master Ma bowed and nodded, speaking as he walked into the first-class cabin.

She approached him at a steady pace.

"No need."

Meng Chuan waved his hand.

After speaking, he did not sit down, but instead walked towards Master Ma.

Seeing the other person extend their hand, Meng Chuan smiled and slowly extended his hand as well, and the two hands clasped together.

Inside the first-class cabin, the air seemed to have become somewhat stagnant.

Master Ma's sunglasses were tilted to one side, revealing one longing eye.

Almost simultaneously, the hand he was holding tightly in Meng Chuan's palm instantly became slippery and icy cold.

A purplish-black viscous substance seeped from between his fingers, wrapping around Meng Chuan's wrist like a living thing.

On the surface of those mucus, countless fleshy tendrils emerged, pulsating wildly like blood vessels.

The tip then splits into more fleshy tendrils, attempting to burrow into the skin through the pores.

Meng Chuan's eyes flashed, but his body didn't move much, as if he didn't care at all.

The purplish-black tentacles writhed wildly, but could not penetrate the opening.

His pores were tightly closed, and the skin on his wrists was as solid as a city wall, keeping all these disgusting things out.

With the Flower of Flesh present, it's wishful thinking for this thing to possess me.

Venom also sensed something was wrong, and spiderweb-like black cracks appeared on the surface of its skin.

stab
Accompanied by a sticky tearing sound, it was as if his whole body was ripped in half.

Master Ma's skin was completely split in two, and the purplish-black symbiotic mucus gushed out like boiling asphalt.

The humanoid shell peeled away piece by piece like a molting skin, revealing the original three-meter-tall form, looking down from above.

Its size is still slowly increasing, and it's far more than just three meters!
There was no time to mourn for Master Ma. Meng Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he guessed what kind of ghost it was.

As for who sent them, he had some guesses.

It seems that Fang Jianxing was indeed observing my movements from the shadows.

Saliva dripped from its stark white fangs, and its long, scarlet tongue swept across its jagged jaw.

Thick muscle fibers and symbiotic tissues intertwine to form a menacing white fluid armor.

The demonic energy was extremely condensed, clinging to the body's surface and gleaming with a cold, abyss-like light.

This venom is completely different from the ones he's encountered before!

It is hundreds or thousands of times more powerful than the venom that possessed Sister Ru!
(End of this chapter)